ILX Parenting 6: "Put Some Goddamn Pants On Before You Go Outside!" is a thing I say now

I think there's a certain zen to having two kids, if you allow it to wash over you. Like, there is just going to be something demanding your attention at all times, so you learn to accept that and maybe it can even quiet some of your self-obsession and anxiety.

Also K is just at such a fun age now in certain ways -- 3.5, and she's a total daddy's girl. We have great conversations, I take her swimming, to museums, we play music together, she makes me do dialogue from movies with her, I know it's bad to be too much your kid's "friend" but she's kind of my best friend lately, other than H of course.

something demanding your attention at all times

You mean like this? "Hey dad look over here. Hey dad. Hey dad, turn around and look. Hey dad, check this out. Hey dad. Dad, turn around. Hey dad Hey dad Hey dad!"

Yeah, like "Honey, can you pick up E--" "Dad, look at what Winnie the Pooh is do--" "--WAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Does hearing bad news about babies/children ever get any easier, as your own kids grow up? I've lost count of the number of times I've been sitting at my desk at work, catching up on the news with tears welling up reading about a freak accident/insert other bad thing here, because I can't help but put myself in that child's parent's place.

and finally, after dad has managed to turn the burner off under the skillet and deposited the kid in his left arm safely to the floor and pushed a tall, full glass of lemonade out of harm's way, all in one motion, he turns to see what the hell the other kid has been HAMMERING him to pay attention to: "look, i balanced this pencil on this other pencil!!!"

xpost i don't think so

xp, I can't read stories about bad stuff happening to kids, I cannot even get through them. Even "heartwarming videos" about someone entertaining a child with cancer in the hospital or something, I just can't fucking watch. Hard to even type this.

^^^

stupid fucking empathy

empathy but also just sheer terror at the thought of anything ever happening to my kids

^^^see Nick Cave thread currently, for example

7:30pm. 12:30am. 4am. 6:30am.

King of the world! Now if only we weren't awake waiting for her to wake. And if only she'd nap in the day.

i think i have weighed in before on how U&K the daytime naps are

Indeed; Em's at the end of her tether today re: daytime naps. Today it's especially humid and unpleasant, but basically Nora only sleeps in the buggy or on Em during the day. wtf can we do to get her to nap during the day?

hey if the buggy works use it

That's kind of my attitude but Em's against it'; I think she sees it as failing. Also, she'd like to be able to get an hour in the house to do stuff during the day.

yeah totally. pushing a buggy aimlessly waiting for a baby to maybe or maybe not fall asleep is really no fun at all

back carry?

^^^see Nick Cave thread currently, for example

― as verbose and purple as a Peter Ustinov made of plums (James Morrison), Tuesday, 21 July 2015 07:26 (6 hours ago) Permalink

perfect example of a story that came up in my feed and I did not read

J recently became able to sleep for longer times in his cot, it's a total gamechanger now that I don't HAVE to push him around in the buggy come rain or shine.

I cannot deal with any bad sad stories about kids - my brain goes no no no no no no no and I cry a bit or a lot. Bad news about moms gets me too. A mom of two very young kids here was recently killed and I had to stop listening to the radio in the morning yet fb told me more anyway. My heart.

my heart feels like it's expanding and enveloping those kids and moms while exploding and seizing at the same time

Awww. Yeah, that sounds about right. <3

Woke at 1am and 4am last night, and then for the morning at 6:45. I'll take that.

And yes, sad stories about parents or kids are pretty much unbearable to me now.

snap Scik! I fed him at 1am but he seems to only need settling (ie giving him his dummy) regularly at 4am ish and 6am ish.
Really wish it was practical to have him sleep next to me again so I could just do it semi-asleep.

Four days of travel to a timezone 3 hours earlier where the sun sets at 10pm and an onslaught of grandparents, great grandparents, cousins, second cousins, and great aunts and uncles really messes with an 8 month old's bedtime.

Shitty thing is that the fuckery of all that tends to last after the trip ime

2am and 4am last night. That first stretch is stretching nicely by an hour each night.... will it last????

So the trick to getting Ivy ready without screaming seems to be:

1. Let her brush her own teeth. (aka eat toothpaste. Her baby teeth are going to rot out of her head by the time she's 2.5.) (jk I get in there and brush 'em good once she's done.)
2. Let her take off her diaper.
3. Let her try to put on a new diaper then run around naked (risky business) carrying the new diaper until she acquiesces to being laid on the floor so I can strap the thing on her.
4. Let her pick out her own shirt which requires me holding up all of her shirts for either a "Nonononono" or a "Yeah."
5. Let her try to put her shirt on until she acquiesces to my help.
6. Same with pants.
7. Let her comb my hair so I can comb her hair.
8. Count all of her toes.
9. Let her try to put one sock on while I sneak in and put one on her other foot. Switch for shoes.

It takes approximately 1.5 hours and we have to get up at 3 am now.

All this to look forward to.

Not to get all Facebook sappy or anything but she also is learning her ABCs and can count to five in Spanish (not English, though) and is able to communicate now so this whole exercising autonomy when getting dressed thing is just a (frustrating) part of of something that is truly amazing to witness and be a part of. So while I'm tired and using all of my remaining energy to be patient with her while she's running around naked, carrying a diaper and grinning like a fool, the larger part of me is in utter awe of her.

Cool.

Sorry if that came across lecturing or condescending. I'm just having a lot of

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moments these days.

Also I don't want to be like this woman I used to work with who was always like "You think it's bad now, you just wait, your life is ruined, having children the hardest thing ever done, you'll cry yourself to sleep every night and wake up depressed, children are a blessing from god."

So you know just trying to balancing out the challenges by pointing out the parts that are amazing.

lol I think about that Holly Hunter bit quite often

Things Tilda says:
dadadadadadada - this is her default speech so I try not to think of it as her talking about me but who knows
eh-VA! eh-VA! - this could be her talking about Evie but who knows
tatatatata - she just whispers this to herself, who knows?
bluh bluh bluh bluh - talking while rolling her fist around in her mouth
mama - she FINALLY said mama the other day, Sarah is relieved

I bet she is talking about Evie!

I was very relieved when Ivy first said "mama," too, although now she only says "mama" when she wants a drink of whatever I'm drinking. So her name for Jeff is "dad!" her name for me is "*high pitched shriek*" and "mama" is her name for cans of Lacroix.

Judah's finally expanding his vocabulary, his pronunciation is predictably shit but he is repeating words and coming out w new ones all the time so that's gratifying (he's 2 1/2). My wife tried to make me promise not to teach him to say "poop on balls" but I was like, "what, he poops on his balls all the time, I can't help it"

loool

Things Tilda says:
dadadadadadada - this is her default speech so I try not to think of it as her talking about me but who knows
eh-VA! eh-VA! - this could be her talking about Evie but who knows
tatatatata - she just whispers this to herself, who knows?
bluh bluh bluh bluh - talking while rolling her fist around in her mouth
mama - she FINALLY said mama the other day, Sarah is relieved

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Aw weird this is similar to us (7.5 months) - everything is dadada or perhaps gagaga (I think he's tonguing where his top teeth are coming in - not the middle ones but the ones either side)
brrrbbluubbrruuubbuu is also a new one
He did puh! puh! puh! for a while
Still waitin' on mama

cmoooon mama

Nora just grunts like the girl from the exorcist.

She said Angela Merkel once at about three months. Training her to say Corbyn now.

Apparently she is waving at EVERYTHING today, which is super awesome.

Tale of two kids, or more likely, to ways of approaching injections. I was late getting both Aidan and Molly their pre-school boosters (MMR and Tetanus) With Aidan I decided to prep him, so he'd know what to expect. we watched youtube videos and talked about it. getting him to the surgery was a bloody nightmare and he was cowering under the chair in the nurses room, howling, and I had to manhandle him so she could do them. He was so upset that he wouldn't even eat his chocolate afterwards. Fast forward four years, phone up to make an appointment yesterday for Molly's and was offered that afternoon. Decided to go for it, just told her she was going to the nurse for some medicine to stop her getting sick. She was all excited, no problem going in, sat there as the nurse prepped the needles etc. was a little bit nervous looking, but sat on my lap and didn't move at all, sat still and quiet as the first went in, and helpfully shuffled round to get the other one in the other arm. No tears, no howling, no nothing, just a 'my arms hurt a bit mummy' as we scooted away.

I'm still a bit dumbstruck, and feel bad for how I handled it for Aidan, poor boy.

At my four-year-old's last well-visit, she was due for a round of four shots. The nurse and I quietly colluded to just spring them on her. Got her to lay down on the table, pulled down her shorts and I gently held her down while she was injected in her thighs. This was much more preferable to the way it had gone down when my older kid was her age, which was a typical squirming screaming kid on your lap scenario. She definitely felt betrayed about it though.

We've been going a little more disciplinarian lately because she's 3.5 and is so defiant at times that it's impossible to do anything, and all of the soft approach "reason with them" "get down to their level" stuff just doesn't work with her -- I think she actually sees through it. Last night after, among other things, throwing her food, insisting her dinner was yucky (although she ate the same thing last night), and deliberately banging, stomping, kicking and hitting just because she knows it annoys us, and screaming next to the baby, we did a kind of extreme time-out therapy where she had to stay on the bed until she could be quiet and stop tantruming for 15 seconds and then promise that when she came back to the table she'd eat her dinner and not throw a tantrum. And if she started to act up again after leaving the room (and "promising" to cooperate) we'd go back and do it over again. It probably took twenty minutes of repeatedly taking her back to her room and doing time-outs on the bed, but eventually she agreed to behave, came back to the table and ate her chicken. Of course I feel sort of bad every time I do something like this, but I hope it was effective.

feeling that post

f'real. Having a long conversation with a toddler = attention = what they want more than anything.

I saw my friend's 8-week-old today and had genuinely forgotten how tiny and squirmy little creatures they are!